02-06-2019, 09:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-06-2019, 09:44 PM by Jaxen Marveet.)
Arms heavy like they carried weights all day. Legs sank under Toma’s weight. He let his head rest against the cushions, surprised by the siren call of sleep. Ten minutes ago, he was prepared for a few hours’ exertion; now, he was useless as a limp rag.
This wasn’t the first time Jaxen was drugged. It won’t be the last. Usually the foggy euphoria that wreathed his mind was self-induced, but never the less, he was not immune to the effects. A finger pushed his chin, and a sharpness touched the edges of his eyes. Toma’s face swarmed his own, and for a moment, he thought she was going to kiss him. Instead, she taunted.
“I am very talented.” He replied, wondering what she would look like with red hair and purple skin. Okay, that was weird; he was more drugged than he thought. He licked his lips, but only the sweet tingle of vodka touched his tongue.
He let his lids fall slightly, spreading his knees for her to sink closer. “Toma, no need for roofies. I am a sure thing.”
This wasn’t the first time Jaxen was drugged. It won’t be the last. Usually the foggy euphoria that wreathed his mind was self-induced, but never the less, he was not immune to the effects. A finger pushed his chin, and a sharpness touched the edges of his eyes. Toma’s face swarmed his own, and for a moment, he thought she was going to kiss him. Instead, she taunted.
“I am very talented.” He replied, wondering what she would look like with red hair and purple skin. Okay, that was weird; he was more drugged than he thought. He licked his lips, but only the sweet tingle of vodka touched his tongue.
He let his lids fall slightly, spreading his knees for her to sink closer. “Toma, no need for roofies. I am a sure thing.”